"Very well," said Noemi, "first let us go to the Quai du Rosaire to see the swans." They set forth in the direction of Notre Dame.

Carlino twenty yards behind his sister and Noemi.

At first a lively altercation was kept up through the deserted streets between the van and rearguard.

The vanguard walked too fast, and Carlino shouted: "At ninety?
at ninety ?" or they laughed, and Carlino exclaimed: "What are you laughing at?
Hush!" or stopped to gaze at an ancient church, its gables, and pinnacles looming weird in the moonlight, the cemetery nestling close by; Carlino, again interrupting, would beg them to talk, converse, gesticulate.

"Don't stare into space," said he.